Leaving the sun behind...

Thursday, July 26, 2012 , , 0 Comments

Flower swayed, trying to say 'nay'
Dragged and tossed against her say
Sun set to her despair,
Yet promised, to follow her everywhere...

He loved the feel of those silky petals,
She felt his fingers trace her spine,
Lonely as the night stretched,
Stayed longing for his touch...


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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